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Post by Teirney Lannister on Oct 8, 2013 13:16:28 GMT -5
Doreah had her hands full on this day. After Evan had given her an earful about Nymeria’s choice of fashion statements, she had to engage in a Dance of the Dragons type struggle every morning to keep more clothing on her daughter’s body. It was a brutal and partially-failing regimen. And then there was Teirney, her willful first-born. If her face got any darker she would need to be a taken to a Maester to be checked for grayscale. The girl still had a ways to learn about concealing her emotions from those around her, though she was not bad, persay. It was just not perfected, and her feelings were in particular need of disguise today.
Doreah raked over the attendants of the Coronation, and her eyes found their target quickly. The Baratheon were presenting their gifts to the Queen, yes—but where was Amelia? She peered all about the chamber, but she failed to locate her anywhere. Perhaps she had to step out for a moment? Or could she be ill? She would have to inquire on the girl and soon as Ser Oswyn was free—as little as she relished that idea.
“Teir, you absolutely must stop sulking. Go and greet the Queen and make some cordial comments about her dress or hair. You two must get along better than this—show her your friendship has not faltered, despite certain...events.” Doreah felt for her daughter, of course, she truly did; but it was her duty as a mother to teach Teirney to be strong, and react to circumstances using her head, not her feelings. It was one of the most important lessons Doreah could ingrain in her.
Teirney shot her a baleful glare, and Doreah looked to Aurane for support.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Oct 8, 2013 15:28:36 GMT -5
Lyssandra grimaced when the Lord Baratheon came into the hall. She thought him better than to try to shit out gifts in front of the queen to try to prove his loyalty, like that was the measure of a loyal man. The display was pathetic and downright not befitting a man like him. She looked at Evan to see what he thought of the scene. Then there was Lannister, who she at least expected to provide a lavish gift, but was surprised at the tasteful thought of it. She rubbed her mouth as she thought of her sister and the failures for children she had given birth to. But perhaps that was the fault of both mother and father.
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Post by Ser Leyton Hightower on Oct 8, 2013 15:56:04 GMT -5
The Hightower party arrived. Lord Gwayne was in black trimmed with white and silver, the sigil of his house embroidered on his doublet in silver thread. Beside him came Izzy, shining in a parti-coloured gown of green and white with a cloth of silver lining, and a matching girdle. Her jewels were all emeralds. Gwayne's gift to the young queen was a set of diamond and ruby jewellry all set in gold. There were two necklaces, one a golden choker set with a great ruby cut in the shape of a heart and a necklace alternating diamonds and rubies. There was a set of matching bracelets, ruby eardrops and diamond ones, jewelled rings, and a slim gold tiara set with rubies and diamonds. Last of all was a gold hilted dagger with a ruby in the pommel. All of it came in a red leather case with gold chasing, and rested on black velvet cushions. Izzy's gift to the princess, borne by servants, were two casks of the Arbor's finest vintages, one red and one gold, and two silver goblets emblazoned with the dragon of House Targaryen to match. Ser Leyton Hightower was near the front of the Hightower party, and observed the presentation of gifts impassively. |
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Post by Flex on Oct 8, 2013 17:41:48 GMT -5
Aurane was able to suppress his laughter at the arrogant Baratheon lord's gifts. The man was very good at showing his character, that was for sure.
When he wife spoke he turned to her, before giving Teirney a look. "Please, daughter, do as your mother asks. She is to be a Queen after all."
Nymeria, dressed in splendid, mildly revealing soft pink, smirked.
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Post by Ser Donnel Royce on Oct 9, 2013 12:09:57 GMT -5
Ser Donnel Royce came forward to offer his gift to the young queen. "Your Grace." He addressed her, bowing. "In the name of House Royce and all the Vale." He stood and unsheathed the sword at his side, revealing it to be made of solid bronze rather than steel. He set it down before the queen and placed the scabbard beside it. Even if the queen did not understand the gift, the men behind her would.
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Oct 9, 2013 13:08:26 GMT -5
Lyssandra grimaced when the Lord Baratheon came into the hall. She thought him better than to try to shit out gifts in front of the queen to try to prove his loyalty, like that was the measure of a loyal man. The display was pathetic and downright not befitting a man like him. She looked at Evan to see what he thought of the scene. Then there was Lannister, who she at least expected to provide a lavish gift, but was surprised at the tasteful thought of it. She rubbed her mouth as she thought of her sister and the failures for children she had given birth to. But perhaps that was the fault of both mother and father. Evan shook his head slightly at Lyssa, whispering,"The events here are only for show. I almost feel the need to give something but I believe there are enough acrobatics and posturing being displayed here." His eyes then fell on his sister Doreah, he felt Lyssa's stare burning into him for an opinion, he continued in his whisper,"We can't help how they were raised, Lyssa. They are Lions truly with only a drop of Dornish blood between them. If they had the option of being raised as true Dornish children, things may have been different." He placed his hand on her shoulder, hoping to reassure her that the future will be better. |
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Oct 9, 2013 15:07:59 GMT -5
Doreah shared an appreciative glance with Aurane and nodded to Teirney. “Now, darling.”
That accomplished, Doreah redirected her attention to the future Queen. The Stornlanders had just completed their ceremony before the Targaryen Princess and were disbanding. She met Aurane’s eyes briefly to signal her depart, and made her way directly to them, trying to catch Ser Oswyn’s eye. She would not let the certain awkwardness of the situation dissuade her from inquiring after Millie.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Oct 9, 2013 18:41:03 GMT -5
As Lord Oswyn turned away, the gifts presented, he was faced with Doreah. He considered avoiding her, but instead met the woman's gaze boldly, face composing slightly to contain whatever emotion was building beneath the surface.
"Lady Lannister." he said in greeting, all custom with little warmth.
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Oct 9, 2013 20:43:52 GMT -5
If Doreah was put-off by Ser Oswyn's frostbite imitation, she did not show it. Her face broke into a warm smile as she stopped before him, benignly arranging her body to cut off his means of easy escape.
"Ser Oswyn, it has been a while. I hope I find you and your family well. Although, I do not see Amelia? I hope she has not taken ill--the girl would never miss such an occasion as this unless it were for some serious ailment."
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Oct 10, 2013 0:05:27 GMT -5
"Well enough." was his terse reply.
"Not my wife, but her precious hounds." he said sadly. "Two became rabid and had to be put down. We fear the illness may have spread to the others. So sick was she with grief and worry, that she could not bring herself from our chambers."
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Oct 10, 2013 3:16:54 GMT -5
"Well enough." was his terse reply. "Not my wife, but her precious hounds." he said sadly. "Two became rapid and had to be put down. We fear the illness may have spread to the others. So sick was she with grief and worry, that she could not bring herself from our chambers." Doreah frowned at this cheerless news. She remembered days when her dogs were all Amelia had, and she clung to them as a source of love to replace the dearth she felt from both her mother and father. It had been sad to watch the girl grow up in such a cold and tumultuous household, and Doreah had done what she could for her; but dismissal left a wound in a child’s heart, and the scar would remain there forever, beating uncertainty and loneliness into her life. The girl must be inconsolable—she had lost family. “I am truly sorry, Ser Oswyn—I can only imagine her grief. However, you should not have left her in such a state. Millie will need someone to give her comfort and nurse her through this difficulty. She will listen to me—I will go and speak with her and convince her to leave her chambers. It will be better for her to around people to distract her from the dogs.” Doreah was utterly polite in everything that she said, but it was evident that no part of it was a question. |
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Oct 10, 2013 3:42:31 GMT -5
"My place was here, showing the Stormland's support of the Throne, not coddling a woman grown." Oswyn replied sharply. "As Lady Lannister, is your place not here as well?" He left unsaid what sort of trouble he expected her husband would get into without proper supervision.
"She is not fit for company at the moment and I will not risk having her make a scene at this esteemed gathering." he said in a tone that did not invite negotiation, bristling slightly at Doreah's imposition. "I assure you that she will be doted upon after the coronation feast and perhaps I will inquire as to whether or not she would be amicable to a visit."
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Oct 10, 2013 3:58:36 GMT -5
“That ‘woman grown’ is your wife and mine own sister,” Doreah snapped back, bristling at the gall of this man to speak to her in such a tone. Insolence was a trait for which she had no toleration, and his slight regarding her husband in addition to his initial error was enough to make Doreah want to stick her blade into him. Perhaps he would squeal like the pig he resembled at this moment. “I am certain you are not implying that I cannot visit my own kin to check upon her health, and I am even more certain that you do not take your own wife to be a fool who would cause a scene at the Queen’s Coronation over the death of her animals.”
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Oct 10, 2013 4:10:38 GMT -5
"That is exactly what I am implying, my lady." he said with finality, in no mood to bicker with another Lannister woman. "Do not presume to be certain of the inner-working of my mind, else you are like to embarrass yourself."
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Oct 10, 2013 4:29:23 GMT -5
Doreah’s voice dropped low so only he could catch her words. "I believe the only person who is in danger of making a scene here is you, Ser Oswyn. Your overreaction to a simple request of kin stinks of subterfuge, and if you think the Lannisters will simply overlook your behavior here without seeing Amelia on this day, you are gravely mistaken in your assumption.”
What was going on here, truly? Why was the fool man so persistently and abrasively unwilling to let her visit Amelia? It was a simple request, truly. He had either woken up this day with a toothache, or he was concealing some truth from her. Doreah’s brow furrowed in worry. She could not help feeling a deflating disappointing in her stomach—she had hoped for better from Ser Oswyn…but perhaps that just just been a mixture of naiveté and fantasy on her part. She had still been young when she's first met him.
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Hope you all are well and happy.